Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.